Authors note: This chapter is a bit longer, the last one was more of a warm up/introduction to the setting and such. And in this chapter I bring in Castiel! (And GARTH) ENJOYYYYY!

Chapter 2

Dean was in his glory as he let his arm hang out the window of the old faded light blue pickup truck as he drove down the rutty old dirt road travelling past the other farms and waving at his neighbors as he passed by. Giving them friendly grins as he let the summer air blow through his short hair, feeling cool from the dampness still in it from soaking his head under the sink before changing his clothes to head into town. He grinned a trouble makers grin and honked the horn at Rhonda Hurley. "Hey good looking, forget where my house is?" And winked at her as she lobbed her apple core at him.

"Go on, Git your ass out of here Winchester, you no good-" And then her voice was lost under the rev of the holey old muffler shooting out black as Dean sped up laughing his ass off and wagged his tongue at her in the side mirror as she tripped out of her sandal, falling to her knees in the dirt at the side of the road. Priceless. Classic Dean Winchester. He would remember that look on her face forever. He kept grinning as he drove and soon turned up the volume on the radio to sing along to 'Eye of the Tiger'. He Pounded out the drum beat on the steering wheel as he belted the lyrics at the top of his lungs, even though he could hardly hear himself between the noisy truck and the volume being turned so high up.

In a few minutes he pulled up to the mechanics shop and sat in the truck for a few more moments letting the end of the song come before he killed the engine. Then he stepped out dropping with a grunt to the golden sand under his boots as he slammed the rusted hinges and walked up the board walk to the shop door. Their bell chimed as the door shot open, roughly hitting the wall behind it and making it shutter. "Shit. Sorry Garth. I always forget how light that door is compared to… well… everythin'." Dean's face grimaced as he clutched the wood door, steadying it.

"S'okay Dean. I know you'd be able to fix it if you broke it. Need a new one anyway." Garth said and looked up from his spot behind the register where he was polishing a part that he must be refurbishing.

Dean nodded and put his hands on his hips looking around for a moment. "Say, Garth, you got any 67' Chevy Impala parts in toy story somewhere?" Dean asked as he picked up some spark plugs and looked them over before stepping over to the next shelf, scanning for the things he needed.

"Impala? A 67'? Gee, I don't think so Dean…. Might have to send in for those parts… Need anything in particular?" Garth looked at Dean in interest. "Why, you fixing th' Chevy?" He asked knowing that Bobby had tons of other cars easier to fix than the beat up old Impala.

"Dunno, something to do I guess." Dean said playing it down a bit. He didn't need Garth trying to nose in on HIS repair job; kid was just too gosh darn helpful sometimes. "Well I need a new headlight lamp cover for one, and more importantly a carburetor is the other that I know so far… I may be back in here again soon once I get a bit more work done on her." Dean said and sighed. He had a LOT of work to do on the Impala. But it would be worth it.

Garth looked up at the bill of his cap as he thought through the parts he might have for a 67'. But soon just shook his head. "Nope. Don't think I got any of them here." He said and stood up. Well write down the parts you need sent in and I'll get them for ya'." Garth said and pushed a pad of paper and a grimy pen across the counter.

"Thanks Garth. I appreciate it." Dean said as he walked over and set the spark plugs down on the counter. He began to write down the items he needed, moving to scratch his head with the back of the pen but then thinking better of it based on the fingerprints caked on the plastic casing.

From behind him the door swung open with a jingle and another crash against the poor scuffed up wall behind it. Garth sighed. He really needed to get a door stopper or something.

"Woah… um.. Sorry." The voice behind Dean said apologetically. It was an unfamiliar voice in this town and so it caught Deans attention and he looked back over his shoulder at the male who had just walked in. He had dark hair, slightly damp from the heat and sweat on his brow. He wore a dark tank top and blue jeans, hole in the right knee, mud on the other.

"S'okay. Happens all the time. What can I do you for?" Garth sighed and walked around the counter to help his new customer. Dean simply turned back to his paper after a short awkward moment of making eye contact with the man who simply gave an 'oops' face and shrugged as he turned to talk to Garth. Dean shook his head and kept writing.

Garth and the new man continued talking in the background. The dark haired guy started in "Well, I need a new tire first off. And then I think there may be a problem with my coolant because she heats up real fast…" Dean rolled his eyes. What kind of guy travels around these barren parts without a spare tire? He thought and kept scribbling.

"I see, I see." Garth nodded. Then Dean waited for it. Garth, the ever nosy, the ever all TOO friendly mechanic's shop owner who just HAD to ask a million questions when you had work to get done, and no time to do it in. "Sooooo you just passing through?" Garth inquired. "Haven't seen you around these parts. Kansas is a bit of a dust bowl and well, you ain't got much dust on your shirt yet." Garth let out a jerky laugh that resembled hyperventilating. Dean turned around to speak to Garth.

"Garth. Don't be scaring away the guy. He's a customer." Dean said with a deep sigh. He'd seen one too many customers walk out on Garth after getting asked ONE too many questions that crossed the line of customer/salesman boundaries. "Don't worry man, he's harmless, just a bit overly curious about new people is all." Dean assured the man who looked up at him over the few isles standing between them.

Garth piped in. "It's called being FRIENDLY Dean, I didn't ask him nothing personal…" Garth defended and shrugged innocently while glancing back and forth between the two of them.

"Yet." Dean corrected and walked over to them, leaving the completed list on the upturned nail of papers with orders stabbed onto it. Dean stopped in front of them trying to mellow Garths awkward hyper bounce in his step with a casual leg kicked out hands in the pockets posture. Dean sighed, he was kind of sore and exhausted, but he could stick around a bit longer. Besides Ellen would have the pie on special at the bar/diner after 5pm so if he dawdled around here long enough he could get it cheap. Couldn't beat that! "So, what kind of ride you got?" Dean asked giving a small friendly smile.

"Uh, it's right out there." The guy said his blue eyes looking out the window. 'Wow, really blue. Kinda freaky blue, actually. Colored contacts maybe?' Dean thought and pried his curious gaze away to look in the direction that the new guy pointed in out the long glass window into the lot. It was a Jubilee Gold 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V.

Dean tried not to laugh. "What are you a pimp?!" Dean said touching his stomach as he fought back laughter, because his abs hurt from working over the car all day.

The guy looked confused and a bit offended. "I… I like it…" He said and glanced down seeming to look a bit like he might leave.

Dean didn't want to scare away a customer for Garth, (Garth did that enough on his own) so Dean apologized. Something he only did when REALLY necessary. This seemed like one of those moments so he bit the bullet and choked back his laugh. "Sorry man, I uh, I didn't mean to insult your ride, it's just, well… well, it's sumthin' I'll give it that." Dean said and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Look, can I just get a tire and get of here? I don't need you country bumpkins insulting me. I get enough of that from my family." The man frowned and waved his arm a bit in frustration, nearly knocking an air freshener off the shelf hook. "Shit." He cursed and bent over to pick up the mess he just made, his face contorting into one of embarrassment.

At that same moment Dean also sprang to action, feeling bad and knelt down to help pick up the supplies. "Look…" Dean said as he gathered the air fresheners and plugged the prongs of the hook back into the shelf. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult your car. I-" And lucky enough for Dean, Garth interrupted, probably feeling the awkwardness of this whole darn conversation too.

"Dean means that he's used to fixing up all sorts of things and he'd be HAPPY to fix your car." Garth interjected abruptly. Maybe Dean wasn't so lucky after all.

"I what?" Dean said looking up at Garth with a 'What the FRICK are you saying man?' face and nearly turned and started banging his face on the air freshener shelf hook in frustration.

The man looked at Dean and Dean looked back at the man. Dean gave him a crooked awkward as hell grin and stood up pulling Garth away from the stranger. "Give us a moment dude." The man gave a slow confused nod and turned around and walked a bit down the isle to give them more privacy. Then Dean grabbed Garth and ducked into the next isle over.

"Ow, ow, ow! DEAN, stop yanking on my ear! I'm not your little brother!" Garth complained.

"Well you're actin' like him!" Dean hissed and glanced over at the man who was now looking at some mechanic's magazines. "What the hell do you think you're doing volunteering me up like that? I'm not your god damn employee!" Dean cursed and tossed his hands up in aggravation.

"Well you nearly scared him off, and you weren't saying nothing to fix it so I took it upon myself to use your fixing skills to keep my customer from leaving!" Garth said in a hushed tone and rubbed his ear which was a bit red from being yanked on. "You will do it…. Won't you Dean?" Garth said, working up to that sad puppy look that he swore his brother Sam must have taught him.

"Oh for the love of- FINE. I'll do it. But only if you get me some of them parts for CHEAP. You hear me?" Dean said tapping his finger to Garth's chest demandingly to make his point clear. And upon Garth nodding in agreement Dean wagged his finger a few more times and grunted before walking back over to the man.

"All right, so, I'm gonna get your pimp ride rolling again, so I guess we better have a bit more of a formal introduction. My name's Dean, and what's yours?" Dean stuck out his hand, a bit greasy, but not horribly so, and waited for the other man to shake it.

"Oh, uh, I'm Castiel. Cas for short." He said and shook Dean's hand. Their grips were a bit unbalanced, Dean's firmer than Castiel's, but then he matched Dean's grip. Surprising, since he didn't look that tough. Dean smiled and nodded.

"I'll just call you Cas then." Dean stated and they released hands. Dean stuffed his in his pockets. "So, I'll have to get some stuff from the farm to toe your truck out there to work on her, but that'll have to wait until the morning, I'd rather not do it in the dark. If you'd rather stay out by your car, we do have room in the farm house. You could stay there, Just gotta talk to my uncle Bobby. Sure he'll let ya though. That sound good to you?" Dean asked and gave him a kind grin. Figured it might be cheaper than a hotel, and closer too. Our farms a few miles out of town, nothing but dirt and cows, ya know."

Castiel nodded. "Sure, that'll work." He said and then kind of glanced around out the windows. "I'd like to stop somewhere and eat first if that's not trouble to you?" He asked seeming to be looking for some place with food.

"Oh, yeah, totally!" Dean said excitedly. "Actually that works out just fine, I was going to head over to the diner where my buddy Benny works and get me some pie." He stated a big grin finding its way to his cheeks. Cas smiled too, the happiness seeming to be a bit contagious. A good thing considering their rocky start. "Well let's go get some grub! See ya tomorrow Garth." Dean announced and waved at Garth as they exited the shop the door once again smacking loudly against the wall.

"Damn door!" Garth cursed as he watched to two leave, happy that there was a new face in town. "He's nice, I hope he stays awhile, don't you Mr. Fizzles?" Garth said, pulling out a sock puppet, and started to carefully sew a button eye back into place on its 'head'. Mr. Fizzles just nodded, and Garth smiled.